(D)The crops are all in and the (G)peaches are (D)rotting
The oranges are packed in their (G)creosote (D)dumps
They're (G)flying 'em back to that (D)Mexico (Bm)border
To (D)take all their money to (G)wade back a(D)gain
My (D)father's own father, he (G)waded that (D)river
They took all the money he (G)made in his (D) life
My (G)brothers and sisters come (D)working the (Bm)fruit trees
They (D)rode the big trucks till they (G)lay down and (D)died
CHORUS
Good(G)bye to my Juan, good(D)bye Rosalita
Adi(A)os mis amigos, Je(D)sus y Maria
You (G)won't have a name when you (D)ride the big (Bm)airplane
And (D)all they will call you will (G)be depor(D)tee
(D)Some of us are illegal, and (G)all are not (D)wanted
Our work contract's out and we've (G)got to move (D)on
(G)Six hundred miles to that (D)Mexican (Bm)border
They (D)chase us like outlaws, like (G)rustlers, like (D)thieves
We (D)died in your hills, we (G)died in your (D)deserts
We died in your armies, we (G)died on your (D)plains
We (G)died 'neath your trees and we (D)died 'neath those (Bm)bushes
Both (D)sides of that river, we (G)died just the (D)same
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The (D)sky plane caught fire over (G)Los Gatos (D)Canyon
Like a fireball of lightning, it (G)shook all our (D)hills
Who (G)are all these friends, (D)dying like (Bm)dry leaves?
The (D)radio says they are (G)just depor(D)tees
Is (D)this the best way we can (G)grow our big (D)orchards?
Is this the best way we can (G)grow our good (D)fruit?
To (G)fall like dry leaves and (D)rot on my (Bm)topsoil
And (D)be known by no name ex(G)cept depor(D)tee
CHORUS

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